I decided to grab chicken teriyaki from the corner store that's on the same block as the office. Sadly, they were out of it, as well as anything else that resembled a meal. I sucked it up and went over to McDonalds, where I decided if I was going to do it I may as well wallow in it. Big Mac and fries.
About an hour and a half later, my stomach informed me in no uncertain terms that I was a flaming idiot and it was not happy with my decisionmaking ability. Ouch. Ugh. I spent the rest of the afternoon hating the foodlike substance that I'd polluted my body with.
What was weird is that I found myself craving tofu. Not just wanting some, but actually craving it.
And I'm proud of the fact that not-McDonalds beat McDonalds by better than 2:1.
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